If Wonder Woman had been able to properly focus on her situation, she would have rested, recovering at least some energies for whichever challenges may lay ahead. But instead she continued to writhe frantically, desperately trying to shuffle her position. But she was far too feeble, and her breasts far, far too heavy for too achieve anything than wobbling them around frantically, achieving nothing other ringing her bells continuously and cacophonous.
Only when she had succeeded in completely exhausting herself to the point where she was only quivering pathetically on the floor did she hear the cell door open, and an all-too-familiar voice address her; "Hi there Wonder Wench - how are you doing down there?"
Wonder Woman's heart skipped a beat. She recognised that voice, and as she blearily peered past her unwelcome mountains of flesh, her worst fears were realised. The voice belonged to Saul Alvarez, one of a brutal pair of multiple rapist brothers that had taken all her skill and ability to bring down a couple of years ago. His twisted brother Jethro was right behind him; another hulking man-mountain who had been all too acquainted with her in her their earlier encounter - he had snuck up on her while she had been subduing Saul, unhooked her power girdle, and the two of them had enjoyed brutally fondling her weakened but voluptuous form before she managed to ensnare her in her precious lasso. She still had nightmares about what they would have done to her had that last desperate attempt failed.
"Hey Slut", grunted Jethro; "Love those new Funbags! Can't wait to play with those!"
"N-Nether!", the stricken heroine whimpered desperately "You shall do no thuch thing! I detheathed you oneth, and I will do tho again!"
"I'm sure", leered Saul openly, while deciding to jingle her bells for herself. "And how are you going to do that, Uber Udders? You needed your precious Girdle and Lasso last time you met us, and this time it looks like the sum extent of your fighting equipment is a discarded dirty diaper..."
"You - you'll thee" she whimpered desperately. "I am the motht powerful thuperheroine in the world. I am a warriuh. No man can detheat me - I am the mighty Wonder Woman!" TINKLE!
"Oh no", was all she could murmur as the all-too familiar feeling of wetting her thighs came upon her again. What was wrong with her? These thugs were just itching to tear her apart - she needed to protect herself - not wet herself!
"Oh dear - is little Princess Pottypants finding it all too much?", asked Saul. "She's all fwightened!" gloated Cletus "Her Tits are all trembling. Now they stood on either side of her, openly leering at her.
Desperately Wonder Woman tried to assert some control, trying once again to sit up, but instead only managing to jingle her bells most dramatically. "Geth away! Geth away!" she squealed. "You canth do thith! I'm a Thuperheroine!"
The Brothers ignored her, instead crouching down and grasping a mighty udder to themselves. "Oh but we can Wonder Wimp. Why don'you try and stop us..."
"Pigth! No man dare touch the pride of an Amazon and live! I'll tear you apart"
"But Wondy - you seem to be enjoying it so much!" grinned Saul.
A shocked Wonder Woman realised he was right; their basic man-handling was turning her on! Where was her self-control?
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